What did his eyes look like? Were they full of tenderness, pain, heartbreak? Any love, any hurt, any sacrifice I have experienced could never compare. How presumptuous of me that I think my sad little life is sometimes a struggle. I am a raindrop, he is the ocean.
And who knew he had such a powerful falsetto.
Of course, I am ever distracted.
I will look back on Good Friday and always wonder deep down why the stranger didn't ask for my number after all of the effort it took for him to strike up a conversation.
(um, hey, remember what's important after all)
Happy Easter <3